My name is Sasha Emelyanova, I live in the small town of Nizhne-Volchansk. This year I graduated from school, but instead of going to university, I ended up at a closed base as a hostage. On this piece of land behind a concrete fence there is only one law - the word of the boss. Big, menacing, with a scar across his entire face. So tall and broad-shouldered... So, stop. Stockholm syndrome - for residents of well-fed Sweden. Nizhne-Volchansky syndrome should be closer to the Old Testament: “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”